Five years ago today, a baseball game was played in Baltimore. There's nothing odd about that -- the Orioles have been playing baseball in Baltimore since 1954. The box score doesn't look out of place with any other game from that season. Chris Davis hit a mammoth home run in the first inning; Jeff Samardzija... Continue Reading →
It was sometime around the bottom of the fifth inning when things really started to go wrong for Brett's squad. Randy Johnson had already given up two home runs when he took the mound in the bottom of the fifth inning against my eight-hole hitter, Ichiro Suzuki. He delivered a first pitch fastball, down the... Continue Reading →
I realize that my content of late has fallen somewhere between "a bit of a downer" and "soul-crushingly depressing." Back in early March, I wrote about the surreality of watching leagues close one after the other, like elements of a sadistic Rube Goldberg machine. Two weeks ago I detailed the challenges facing Major League Baseball... Continue Reading →
There's a lot of things to do during this COVID-19--induced hiatus. You could read a book; take up a new hobby; stare aimlessly at the four walls of your room until they start spinning and your life becomes a terrifying tribute to a Salvador Dali painting. Or you could talk into microphones. Brett and I... Continue Reading →
The past has an irresistable allure. Perhaps there's something safe in the known, particularly as we face such uncertain times in the coming weeks and months. There's a comfort in returning to the sanctity of our memories, rose-colored though they may be, to relive moments of bliss, contentment, and peace. It's a powerful drug, nostalgia.... Continue Reading →
There's a story in the Old Testament called "The Judgement of Solomon." In it, two women both claim to be the mother of the same child, and petition King Solomon of Israel to pass judgement on the matter. To discern who truly cares for the child, Solomon orders the baby to be cut in half... Continue Reading →
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